Redefining misanthropy for a fresh generation. Standard posts begin with a definition from Ambrose Bierce's The Devil's Dictionary followed by a modern adjustment. Miscellany on Wednesday and storytelling on Saturday.
Friday, September 25, 2009
Predilection
PREDILECTION, n. The preparatory stage of disillusion.
2009 Update: Postpostulation. An established pattern of chosen behavior frustrating a durably desired result.
Predilected to post postulate: what turned many a math major into math minors with economics majors. Especially the ten o'clock scholars. (Karen,) I hate it when I am so late. I am afraid that Doug will do the grading while I am still writing. ..
Jim: It's midnight. I'm afraid to be graded by anyone - let alone the host.
sauerkraut: I occasionally like sauerkraut on Nathan's Coney Island hot dogs, or if need be, Sabrett's. But I try not to eat hot dogs at all because they're like sausage - it's all a bunch of crap.
At this point, throw your hands up the air. Or next time don't leave a reply. Just ignore it. Nobody likes that. Maybe they'll flap their wings and fly away.
Doug -- after I posted my hate mail I re-did my comment and sent it again. Blogger (Google) ate it again. They also lowered the page rank on my blog to ZERO. I think they hate me, too.
20 comments:
I vowed not to ever comment first again for fear of being at the wrong blog. Maybe someone will beat me to it while I'm writing this.
PREDILECTION, n.
1. A pedant's preference.
2. A foot fetish (see "pedant", supra). Hey. Isn't that what in flagrante DE-LIC-TO means?
Predilection: to understand Doug's definition one must be drunk, high or undergoing a predilection of the soul
Karen prefers not to be first????? I have a strong inclination towards being first. Now, if I could just get back on schedule.
He's too clever by half Pia.
TLP, he has so many braincells that they are in each other's way already... :-P
A predictable hankering which turns into a predictable action.
Oh hey, I just went to a whole lost of trouble writing up one of my wonderfully witty (and modest) definitions and BLOGGER ATE IT!
I hates it. I hates Blogger. I do!
I don't know what that word means.
My computer gave me a message that said I need to adjust the settings on RBUD, but when I came here, I couldn't find any.
actonbell ~ been there, done the tortuous weekend-work thing. Can't say I don't feel your pain.
Predilected to post postulate: what turned many a math major into math minors with economics majors.
Especially the ten o'clock scholars.
(Karen,) I hate it when I am so late. I am afraid that Doug will do the grading while I am still writing.
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Not to worry, Jim. I have a predilection to being last.
Better to be that than a politician named "Joe" Wilson.
Jim: It's midnight. I'm afraid to be graded by anyone - let alone the host.
sauerkraut: I occasionally like sauerkraut on Nathan's Coney Island hot dogs, or if need be, Sabrett's.
But I try not to eat hot dogs at all because they're like sausage - it's all a bunch of crap.
I'm not the only with with a predilection toward not being graded.
Pia: In that case, what's my esquse?
Your update is such a tongue twister that I can't get my mind around it.
Karen, put a wish in one pocket and comment in the other and see which fills up first.
Amoeba, thank you for the Latin lesson, as ever.
Pia, you have predilections toward all three?
TLP, I like to think I'm too clever by i.
It's true, Ariel. I can barely reach the coffee.
JD, that's a very good definition. Predictably.
Quilly, we can only hope blogger learned something.
Lammy, you tend to not.
Icy, maybe it meant the rambo video.
I'm working today, Actonbell. Maybe we can send each other telepathic knock knock jokes to lighten the burden?
Karen, sympathy is the gut from which the angels make harp strings.
Jim, I grade according to incentives, having been an econ major and whatnot.
Sauerkraut, another habit kicked.
Karen, you sound like a Yankee's fan.
Coop, no grades means no esquses.
Nessa, it works better if you don't keep your mind in your tongue. Everything works better that way.
At this point, throw your hands up the air. Or next time don't leave a reply. Just ignore it. Nobody likes that. Maybe they'll flap their wings and fly away.
Doug -- after I posted my hate mail I re-did my comment and sent it again. Blogger (Google) ate it again. They also lowered the page rank on my blog to ZERO. I think they hate me, too.
Why would (Google) eat your comment twice? Unless (Google) can't take a joke. You're always so funny.
By the way, what did DSM stand for anyway?
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